Chapter 330 War of Promises and Wills — Light vs Tomb
The sound of thunder rattled the window panes.
The night breeze carried the fresh scent of damp earth, mingling with an ancient essence far older than time itself, reviving vivid memories of forgotten events and civilizations throughout history, allowing one to feel the weight of the past in each breath.
The aroma of graves and a will that cannot die emerged from the darkness; each gust of wind felt like a whisper from a forsaken world, awakening a fear that could even tremble the bravest of souls, as if reopening dark Chapters that should have remained buried within the annals of history, where their shadows cast long over the present.
Fitran stood on the balcony of the tallest tower.
His cloak billowed against the storm, seemingly woven from the darkness of the night itself. Each raindrop created ripples in the air, like flashes of magic ready to burst forth. In his hand, he grasped Excalibur, which now pulsed softly with an aura of light magic, radiating a silvery glow that possessed the power to confront the darkness.
He knew. He felt. The sound of his heartbeat echoed, resonating with the movements of the wind that tore through the silence, awakening his primal instincts.
A figure that should have been buried in history had risen. This terror clung to his skin, keeping him awake in the oppressive silence of the night.
From the darkness of the storm, a tall shadow emerged.
Its steps were heavy yet soundless. Each footfall seeped into the earth, creating a fiendish wave that drew nearer, like a gravitational pull that diminished hope.
Osiris.
The King of Darkness, Guardian of the Ancient Will, and Binder of the Elyndra Family Oath, revealed himself with undeniable charisma, his presence a culmination of dread and power. An aura of darkness enveloped him like a thick fog, a shadow that glimmered with the promise of catastrophe, signaling his arrogance towards the eternal nature of time and space.